Finally got to a yoga class today, taking in the 2/3 vinyasa flow class at Thrive. I was in way over my head. I had not done a full 2/3 in a month, maybe more. I have not been making it to the evening classes, whatever level. I have not been going to the gym. I was sick for a full week. So it was daunting to go through one of Susan Bowen’s challenging routines. I just stepped back and let the yoga come to me, took a break when I needed to, and made sure I did not hurt anyone when I fell out of a pose.
I’ve been going to my mother’s nursing home in the morning before work. That means that I get to work late, and have to stay late to make up for the late arrival. My mom goes to sleep between 6:30 and 7:00 and there is no way that I could make it home and then go to the nursing home and arrive before she dozed off. She has recovered some from her stroke. She is recovering some control over her left side, but she cannot walk without assistance yet. She is still trying to fight her way through the mental fog brought on by the stroke. Memory is really spotty; she’s depressed; she feels adrift in a strange environment that holds none of the familiar pillars of her life. She wants to go home right now, but the nursing home staff say that it will be March 16 at the earliest.
I get home in the evenings and fit in my restorative/yin yoga routine, and as much meditation as I can manage — fatigue has a way of distracting focus. But I now realize that this fall-back routine is only a stopgap measure, a bare minimum to hold together body, mind and soul. I am going to have to make time for more vinyasa practice and aerobic exercise.